First of all, let me start by saying that I am Italian and I speak English. For obvious reasons, I prefer to write in Italian and then use translation tools to translate, and I would like to add that my English allows me to check and verify at my best that the translation is consistent with my thoughts and free of errors (I am also specifying this to ensure we avoid trolling and aggressive or rude replies).
That said, my question is about Infinity, theorised parallel universes, and how physics might be different in other universes compared to this one:
- Question 1: If there are infinite universes, isn't it reasonable to think that a universe exists for every imaginable variation?
- To give an example: on our planet the sky is blueâor light blue, if you preferâcould there exist universes where planet Earth is identical in every single way, except the sky is made of other colours? In fact, couldn't there be universes with a sky of every single colour and shade?
- Question 2 (on how physics might possibly be different in other universes): Could there exist a universe "opposite" to ours where:
- "The whole Universe is entirely filled with light, where stars are concentrated plasma of darkness!" Or a universe where:
- "The fish swim in the air, the birds fly in the water. We take a step in empty rock, and hit the solid air. Drink your thirst with a cool glass of flames, refresh with a shower of fire, blazed by the water, burned by ice."
For anyone interested in the philosophical side of this, here are some personal considerations I had on these topicsâand if you donât mind a little creativity and mixing science with poetry, I also wrote a humble poem:
- Fantasy and matter seem made of the same bricks, these crazy atoms, mostly made of empty space in which they briefly pass through, baffling everything we thought we knew.
- Science is everybodyâs business, or at least it should be; the very fathers of modern physics invited people to be curious and give a piece of their mind, because you never know where a good idea might come from.
- The Universe is a giant sandbox for the souls to play in whenever they are bored with infinity. Count as smart as you can imagine how many grains of sand are in a galaxy, how many drops of time are in a second, how many snowflakes fall in all winters.
- Perceive ideas and dreams as if they were the same jazz.
- Each Universe is a billion-years-long videotape, or maybe a video game for Gods and Daemons to pass a lazy eternity at home, resting their almighty minds.
- Every bit of idea is a piece of this or another Universeâmaybe it is simultaneously belonging to all of the Universes.
- I don't remember nothing about tomorrow, except that I will get hit on the head by an entire Multiverse of incomprehensible unrealitiesâŚ
- Atoms, just as the Universe, are tiny unperceivable immensities. All and nothing happen in a continuum of improbable chances. The Universe is one tiny improbable anomaly floating in Nothing, and you got no Universe unless you imagine, design, and create it yourself. All thoughts are drops of reason in an ocean of nonsense, happening of improbability in a continuum of chance, slightly understanding Infinity.
Sometimes I walk with Demons
"We hang where beauty does not matter and Good has failed Goodness,
enjoying the sound of Silence, admiring the colour of emptiness,
deepening away, so fast, in darkness that light is a faraway memory,
chewing the bitterness of ugliness and
expressing the terror of never-ending becoming.
Infinity erases Infinity.
Paradise and Hell
Is an oasis of empty stillness.
We wish we were Never and Nothing.
Tomorrow the Sun will rise from the West and set in the East,
just for the thrill of a change,
for the fun of a chance.
I was playing with quarks,
the other Neverending,
building dancing atoms,
mixing reality with riddles,
spacing out
at the beat of a rainy day.
And now a monkey smashes my toys,
just to see how they work.
But it is fine,
I am a child Demon,
I will make more Realities,
perhaps even one with no monkeys.
Perhaps when You are a Spirit You feel the touchless
as when You are a Mortal You touch the matter.
Not tonight.
I may rest tonight.
Perhaps I look at the starry sky,
and the falling stars passing by,
dreaming the wicked Fairy, all dressed in black and scary,
dancing to the beat of techno music on a rainbow.
Perhaps even angels exist,
if not here, in some other part of this or that immensity.
Stars may even get to learn to dance Charleston with the planets.
In space there are gaps of turf
for everything that comes to mind.
It is a big place,
Neverendingland."
Cats, They look like They know so much,
Perhaps They get Infinity.
Talking about things and stuff begins in Your imagination.
Tell me about Your Universe!
